The voices from the past continue to talk to me in different tongues

Some garbled; some crystal clear

I listen indifferently yet intently

It sounds like noise and yet there is a pattern

I am meant to open the curtains to let the clear notes filter through

To let the past bid adieu

9/11

6 years on, I don't think we have learnt any lessons!

Nostalgia beckons..

Best phraind sent this and I found myself swept away in nostalgia at childhood, DD and life before cable channels :D

Tourism or Desecration?

The Grand Canyon's Skywalk has been inaugurated with hundreds of invited guests getting stunning views over the canyon through its glass walkway.

Rising 4,000ft (1,220m) from the canyon's floor and 70ft (20m) beyond its rim, the Skywalk is being described as an engineering first.

The Hualapai Indians, who own the site, are hoping to attract visitors to a high unemployment area.

But some tribal members say this is a desecration of sacred ground.

Former astronaut Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin was among the first to go onto the walkway to join Hualapai leaders for a brief ceremony.

A year anywhere

I finished a year at my workplace yesterday. I had joined formally on Mar 1st and had come in for couple of half days before that so yesterday made a year..How quickly time passes.

The only reason I remembered this was because of Holi. Last Holi at office was crazy. We had colour on us and it was insane images of all the boys from office with colour on them. Even the VP had colour on him :D

Remembered that and went down memory path! :)

Fucking TOEFL is killing me and I am even blogging in correct English! Hate it :(
This Sat that torture ends and hallelujah to that! :D

Anna Nicole Smith and my maudlin self

I got into work like 5 mins back and read the news that Anna Nicole Smith died at 39 leaving behind a 5 month old daughter. Her 20 yr old son, Daniel died of a drug related death. Its quite sadness her life I think. You can read more about it at : http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070209/ap_on_en_tv/anna_nicole_smith

Yesterday I was too maudlin. I got emotional and upset and that completely sucked ass! I hate being in such a state and well things went from bad to worse. Left work at 8.50 pm, completely tired. Got home and Mom made random statement to me which got me really upset. Also earlier in the day was reading something I should not have been which got me thinking about the past. Its amazing how much the past can have an effect on you in the present! How much ever you try to run away from it, it can still haunt you...

I am going to Cutlet's house today to eat pavbhaji...wheeeeee :) Also watch her wedding video and see wedding snaps! Niceness tht is going to be.

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

If you click on that link you remember, like I did..a past and a childhood. I know almost every word of the song and the video brought back a flood of memories. Every child my age knows this song, I doubt if my sister's generation even knows it exists which they probably don't. National integration - wot a theme to talk about through music and it was luverly!

Man, me and Boy were sitting in rick going to Bandra and well we sang the whole fucking song in the rick which was crazeee stuff! Rick man must have thought we were quite mad I am sure! But was awesome and we followed this by singing hymns we had learnt in our convent schools! Funness tht was and then went home and got that funny firing from my mother tht day! :) So all good and worth it...

My best friend's Mom is in hospital. That family is like my 2nd family and I love all of them to death (as someone I knw keeps saying). Aunty V feeds me sorpatel and makes my life happy. The mosquitoes in their garden love me too :P But apart from that, she has been my dearest friend for donkey years and we are planning to celebrate 10 yrs of our friendship this June when we met for the first time! :D

What the heck would I do without DML is my question? I mean she has been with me through thick and thin literally. We have been bridesmaids together for Cutlet's wedding and been through so much crap together. Both the basthurds don't let me forget all the crap we have done together! Love them both too much! A prayer for Aunty V, my second Mom from me! God bless her....

Reminiscing

Its about making peace with your past and moving on.. Its about knowing who you are and making sure that the past doesn't entangle you anymore. It's about missing home so intensely that hearing the voice of your parents for 10 minutes suffices to make you happy when you used to hear them every goddamn day of your life before you went away.

Its more than that. Its those little things that make you weep, make you feel happy, like listening to Tamil songs on the fucking Internet so you could hear someone speak your mother tongue..going to eat crappy Indian food so I could remember what it was like and then wondering what the fuck did I spend that much money for?

Its about not regretting the bad that has happened but learning from the shit and thinking what, where,why, how did I ever think that was going to be ok and work for me..but NEVER regretting..regret brings tears, sadness to the heart and there is never any point in thinking about the fucking 'ifs' of life.

Its learning to be independent and making sure that your bills are paid on time and no one is trying to fuck you over with the bills..calling your electric company and holding on for 10 mins before you spoke to Sophie from Pune who is going to tell you about your electric bill in Manchester. Talking to her about weather in Pune and telling her how you missed home.

Coming back home with your accent and having people make fun of you. An accent you didn't choose to incorporate but has become part of your makeup now. Why do people make fun of things they don't understand, it is supposed to make it easier? I wonder...Not knowing what you were going to do, if you were going to get work or do what. Thinking about joining the BPO industry because your accent might help you which it very well might have. How ironic that thought is!

Working at a place where they only spoke Marathi and you with your accent etal trying to fit in and doing a danged fine job of it as well. Fitting in with relearning Marathi, being compliant with hazaar shit and wearing clothes that are not really you. Something rebels within at the thought of doing things that are not you and don't fit that label that you have made for yourself. So you move onto what you think are bigger things and get stuck with egomaniacs. Learn how to deal with patronizing bastards who don't respect your work and realize the fundamental importance of being yourself, earning money and a boss who respects you and your work.

The keystones for working now are set and knowing that these three things are important make a difference when you are 25. Moving on again difficult but done on terms chosen by you. Enough to make a smile break out :)

At a point where wanting to get back into chosen vocation is a decided factor. There is need for it because it is missed so intensely. Need to get back on track now....